MaryJane
to get my high,
to get away.
Fluffy, sticky, green bud,
Load it in the pipe.
One hit, two hits, then three
Baked to escape from the realities of life.
Oh that sweet, sweet smell of weed.
Roll it up in a zig zag
the sound of the lighter sparking the joint.
Toking it up, so I feel normal.
Coming down is a terrible thought
load the zoom tube
stoned again
Mary Jane what would I do without you?
Ryan Hane
